"Yeah."
At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly. Su Qiao didn't even have to guess, he knew it must be Qi Jingmo.
Because she knew him here.
After opening the door, it turned out to be him.
"Why are you here?"
Qi Jingmo had a slight smile on his handsome face, and there was a gentle breeze and drizzle. "Is the live broadcast over?"
"Well, I just got off."
Seeing that Su Qiao had no intention of inviting him in, Qi Jingmo was a little helpless because of her lack of sophistication.
He pointed in the direction of the wooden coffee table behind her and asked shamelessly, "Can I come in for a cup of tea?"
Su Qiao stepped aside. "Okay, I'll help you make new ones."
The two sat down on the soft cushions beside the coffee table, and Su Qiao started making tea again.
Opposite, Qi Jingmo looked at her with gentle eyes and admiration.
The more they interacted with her, the more he found himself attracted to her.
She has an upright temperament, speaks straightforwardly, and seems to have a bad temper, but she can still make tea quietly like she is now, with a calm expression and graceful posture.
At this moment, she was just like those ancient ladies, with every move she made showing elegance and gentleness.
He is really a very contradictory person!
His eyes fell on her right hand, Qi Jingmo frowned slightly. "How is your finger now? Is it really completely healed?"
"Of course."
Su Qiao raised his head and glanced at him. "Do you want to treat your hand?"
"Did you heal your finger yourself?" Qi Jingmo looked very serious.
Su Qiao handed him a cup of tea. "Of course."
"The current technology in the hospital can only help me connect the muscle keys and tendons, which will at most restore its basic functions, but it will affect the flexibility of my fingers."
[Host, you are getting better and better, and your face is no longer red.]
Thinking of Su Qiao when they first met, and comparing it to Su Qiao who was talking nonsense now without a blushing face, 444 felt a little ashamed.
Is it teaching too successfully?
[Don't I have the ability to cure him?]
Qi Jingmo pondered for a moment, "Then, if I want you to help me treat it, what do I need to do?"
"You don't have to do anything, just be obedient."
If she doesn't obey, she will feel very distressed.
He looked so polite and gentle that she couldn't lay her hands on him.
Qi Jingmo knows, but she didn't understand what she said.
He cleared his throat helplessly. "Ahem, I just want to ask how much I need to pay you, or what I need to do for you."
"No, I'll prepare some medicine and give you injections for a period of time. It doesn't cost much."
Since he is hers, why should he be charged?
Isn't this equivalent to taking money out of one's left pocket and putting it into one's right pocket?
"If you help me treat my hand, I can't give you nothing in return, right? I'll feel bad about it."
Qi Jingmo is also a little troubled.
He has always been very clear about things like favors and money.
He doesn't like to owe others, nor does he like others to owe him.
Su Qiao: "..." Are the men in this plane so kind?
"But I don't lack anything."
Su Qiao thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure out what he was missing.
She can earn the money herself.
She can buy a house by herself.
If there is trouble, she can solve it herself.
Seeing her frowning and thinking for a long time without coming up with a reason, Qi Jingmo looked around at her slightly simple and messy small living room and hesitated:
"I see you had takeout tonight, how about I help you cook!"
Feeling that his suggestion was a bit presumptuous, he quickly explained:
"Eating too much takeout is not good for your health, it won't keep up with your nutrition, and it's not good for your fingers' recovery."